Chapter 467

Claire couldn’t help but burst out laughing. As if she was really asking if he had any money! Well, okay, to be fair, having money was kinda essential—who knew when it might save them some awkwardness on their way out. But these clothes… She glanced at the random pile of outfits. Honestly, Claire was pretty sure Nelson just blindly grabbed stuff at the mall. Man had zero fashion sense. Like, what even were these shirts? The sort you'd see on a “successful mature gentleman,” paired with a thermal tumbler and a philosophical sigh. Might as well have been leftovers from someone else’s closet. No way this was actually his taste. But then— Claire’s eyes flicked mischievously. A sly grin spread across her face. “Nelson Cooper!” "…" Hanson Bentley used to think people yelling full names was just dramatic nonsense. But hearing it now—when it wasn’t even his name—actually gave him the creeps. He threw her a curious look, only to see Claire holding up one of those tragic shirts from earlier. “He